A dessert that lingers in my subconscious on a near-constant basis is baked’s aunt sassy cake. I have an unhealthy attachment to this cake. The light cake layers are studded with a heap of crushed pistachios, and the entire thing is filled and frosted with whipped honey vanilla buttercream. It is a dream cake, the kind you will make once every now and then but remember often. It is not a one-bowl, whip-it-up-in-an-hour cake, and it is limited to events where nut allergies are not a problem. Oh, about the name: It shall forever remain cloaked in secrecy. Suffice it to say that neither of us actually has an Aunt Sassy.